UFC 110 Nogueira VS Velasquez review

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Though many may consider men who enter an mma proving ground little more than hired human pitbulls ripping each other apart for massive money and radical amusement, I tend to reject this view via a yawn of black hole, concluding that professional level mma is the combat of highly disciplined human spirits, opposing each other for but the duration of the bout, probably ending up as unified in the process as we could conceive, simply through their magnificent shared experience of being in a cage where the damage one suffers is the wit one failed to exhibit. That is how, in my opinion, the mma fighter fights against herself/himself. The reaction of one's opponent is the reaction to whatever one could offer as offense.

Notice that the ultimately glorious moments of mixed martial arts are not of those of KOs and submissions. They are of those of hugging the formal rival at the end of the bout, circulating the most honest, pure respect spirit and related (?) intelligence may come upon, the limitless respect each fighter deserves simply by making an attempt of expressing themselves thoroughly, honestly on the proving grounds. The biggest respect one could give is the assumption that one needs every skills- and wits to neutralize the rival. A fight is nothing less than the expression of these skill sets, put though to the test utterly and completely, instead of infinitely theorizing about them. The most glorious moment of the bout emerges in the form of the ensuing peace between the fighters, a legit, palpable sensation, unifying the former enemies and the grateful audience once the collision reaches its conclusion.

This is a review of the latest UFC event to date, UFC 110 - Nogueira VS Velasquez.



Introductory thoughts about the more significant lineups

UFC 110 marks the moment of the contender collision, as exceptional heavy weight talent Cain Velasquez steps up against Minotauro Nogueira to compete for the privilige of being the replacement fighter for an upcoming superbout. This latest sentence requires evident clarification, so here it goes: Frank Mir and undefeated Shane Carwin will collide in the near future to earn the right to face UFC Heavyweight Champion Brock Lesnar. The hulkian Defendant comes back to the Octagon following his fortunate and miraculous recovery from a - logically - previous illnes. The UFC wanted to make sure that the organization will be able to deliver a decent challenge for Brock AND a decent matchup for the fans, so, if the worst case scenario would be in effect and the winner of the Mir VS Carwin bout is unable to compete at the time of the Championship Collision, then the winner of Nogueira VS Velasquez should earn the privilige of facing Belt Defendant Lesnar.

The co-main event gives you Wanderlei "The Axe Murderer" Silva, on the hunt for none less of a prey than Brit mma gem Michael "The Count" Bisping, who has significantly less than zero intention of being a notable trophy in the collection of the former Pride! legend. Bisping comes to the Octagon after an impressive comeback victory he recently delivered, planning to assuage the memory of the radical knockout he suffered - oxymoron? - from the fist of Dan Henderson. A win over Wanderlei Silva would be highly relevant for the Brit, regardless of the fact that The Axe Murderer is a more calmer-, more strategic fighter now and has a solid, strict control of the ultraviolence he was - IS? - prime expresser of in the Pride! era.

Anthony Perosh VS Mirko Crocop

Local prospect Anthony Perosh takes this fight on short notice to face legendary Mirko Filipovic who had little success in the UFC so far. Crocop dominates both the first and second round via sheer control of the standup position, up to the point from which Perosh's resistance shallows down into the repetitive, constant urge of propelling himself forward with desperate hopes of taking down the opposition in the process. The Aussie always finds himself in Cropop's grasp though, and finally a position change costs him a short-, yet very efficient elbow strike to the head. Perosh shows respectable fighting spirit by completing the second round, but fortunately the doctors prevent him from entering the third round. This time, Crocop delivered the kill he promised he would when he joined the UFC, but he is yet to prove himself against a game opponent the organization puts in front of him.

Ryan Bader VS Keith Jardine

Keith Jardine states that being undefeated in this sport - as Bader is - means that you did not fight the right guys yet. In the first round Bader is able to command Jardine to the ground, but remains unable to subject his opponent to notable damage on the canvas. The second period gravitates around Jardine's unique standup style and unorthodox timing, which seems capable to confuse Bader on quite a few occasions. After a strong first round going for Bader and a second one to Jardine, the third-, and final round shows a well balanced pace with Jardine inviting his rival to engage. Bader accepts the invitation, landing a solid right on The Dean of Mean which is enough to stun him for a brief moment. Though Jardine is quick to recover, he finds himself in front of a Ryan Bader who flies through the air to state a final verdict. A flying knee connects on the chest, followed with a combination of which one element is pixel perfect, and that is more than enough to seal a victory for the talented prospect. This is how it is going with Keith Jardine, really: either he wins, or he is getting put away utterly and thoroughly.



Joe Stevenson VS George Sotiropoulos

Local favotire George Sotiropoulos greets Stevenson with strict readiness and effectiveness on the feet, having no problem at keeping Joe Daddy outside the danger zone. The match is quick to reveal its primal characteristic though, when the two fighters reach ground level to entertain the crowd with high level Jiu-Jitsu. Though Sotiropoulous' skill set is much more versatily in that department, Stevenson does a nice job of defending the constant, continuous submission attempts George is throwing at him. Finding no antidote in the standup position and being unable to break out of the role of the stalked when on the ground, Joe Daddy eventually fails to come up with a desperation move that which with he could steal a win tonight. George Sotiropoulos scores an unanimous decision victory in this quality third round ground grinder by outclassing his rival by efficient use of a more intricate level of Jiu-Jitsu than what Stevenson brought to the Octagon tonight.

Wanderlei Silva VS Michael Bisping

This collision of great promises validates all of those and then some more. Both warriors bring an intelligent fight, thus the bout is quick-, and persistent to reveal its balanced character. Bisping forms clever and efficient initial advantage on the judges' scorecard by delivering a couple of sound takedowns, while Wanderlei seems to be gaining a sear upper hand in the standup exchanges by relying on leg kicks, also scoring the more solid and more inventive of the shots. The Axe Murderer remains truthful to his notoriety in the culmination of the first round, as he initiates a flurry of moderately successful attacks, neverhtheless solidifying his position as the aggressor of the opening sequence. The second round shows similar characteristics, with an increased level of urgency on Bisping's part to build an advantage out of the takedowns. As result of this intention and a consorting, successful ground invitation, The Count finds himself in Wanderlei's guillotine choke, yet is saved by the bell. In the third and final round, some unintentional moves cause little spikes of interruptions, then, right after the final ten second is underway, The Axe Murderer switches into Axe Murderer mode. Silva is coming forward like a proper maniac, evidently without any concerns about his defense or safety. This vulgar-, nevertheless epical display of relentless aggression manages to catch Bisping pretty much defenseless against it tonight: Wanderlei connects with a huge haymaker and drops the Brit, who, though is about to recover, has no chance to offer subsequent actions, as the third and final round reaches its conclusion: Wanderlei "The Axe Murderer" Silva by decision.





Minotauro Nougeira VS Cain Velasquez

Cain Velasquez displays economical/optimal destruction, as he lands around eight-nine consecutive bombs of laser precision on Minotauro. Nogueira's punishment resistance truly is unrivaled, as even this series of successive strikes were not enough to invite him for a nap. Complete domination by Velasquez, and, the fact that he accomplishes this against someone of Minotauro's caliber, clearly shows that this heavyweight prospect is indeed forged of unique talents. In the prefight intverviews, UFC President Dana White states that if Cain Velasquez will able to stop Minotauro Nogueira, then he - Cain - is ready to face anyone in the heavyweight division. Who do you give for a guy who destructs Nogueira this way? Surely, you give him a challenge - but this gives YOU a challenge.



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Some movies age sadly, some with style, and some do not at all. James Cameron, as director of the first two cinematic installments of the Terminator franchise, admits how the focal ideas of this tale are gravitating towards the works of author Harlan Ellison, who delivered numerous stories for the sci-fi series Outer Limits, back in 1963. James Cameron was 13 then, and this television program surely must have given him quite a few retina stigmas and a lot of quality fiction to chew on. After all, quality science-fiction really should be able to offer you a fictional language and a collection of ideas you find intriguing and entertaining at the same time, and this exactly is what the Terminator movie was doing, - in fact, does still - back in-, and from- 1984.

Prior to that date, popculture robots were good fellers, cute sidekicks, friendly household appliances, or similar mechanical constructs of the sort that are seeking your bidding and amusement, ready to carry out your commands without hesitation. The Terminator movie rejected this view utterly, creating the then-fresh idea of sophisticated machinery that gets conscious of itself and recognizes its creator as something the world would be more easily manageable without. Machine sends a cyborg assassin back through time with the agenda of eliminating the current leader of the human Resistance. Though the ancient tale of the Golem may come into mind, the idea of intricate and "evil" machinery is unknown to the popular culture of the early 80's.



"Evil?" Why would The Terminator be "evil?" It is not. It is carrying out a Command, which is to eliminate the future leader of The Resistance. Yet, from a human point of view, - did you have any other sort of view than that so far? - evil is the capacity to harm without remorse. Since The Terminator has no awareness of such a vague concept as remorse, because remorse has no function nor relevance in spite of carrying out its mission with efficiency, the titular character indeed becomes the worst nightmare human can face: a nightmare that knows no mercy, simply because it does not know mercy, indeed.

Fortunately, it was Arnold Schwarzenegger who could cement the extremely rare Popculture-Demigod status with his paradigmatic portrayal of the cyborg assassin, the T800 Terminator, as originally Cameron wanted a Terminator figure that blends in more easily. He wanted Lars Henriksen, among others - this concept became realized in the Aliens, two years after The Terminator.

If one wants to be honest AND a Terminator geek at the same time - and let us want that, for a moment - then it is safe to state that a Terminator movie simply is not a Terminator movie without Schwarzenegger, since the heart and soul of the entire franchise is Schwarzenegger, as he is methodically-, thoroughly clears out an entire police station with a shotgun, wearing cheap sunglasses, T800 haircut and a black leather jacket.

The Terminator movie gains a pure-musculature continuation via its 1991 sequel Judgment Day, as director James Cameron has a masterful sense of what to offer-, what to show to deliver an installment that has no other agenda than to entertain with fresh and inventive elements he found, as result of going on with the story. This time, the T800 model becomes a good guy, while the main baddie is coming for you through the introduction of the state of the art T1000 model, the perfected cybernetic organism. As of now, the T800's assignment is to protect the leader of the Resistance from the death clutch of an even more efficient cyborg assassin, a construct Cameron uses to deliver inventive, state of the art special effects, revealing narrative brilliance and related playfulness at the core.

The T2 movie is a cybernetic rat race really, orchestrated-, and operated by the simple conflict of the urge of Termination and the confronting urge of Termination-Prevention: the idea is as grateful as it is elegantly simplistic, and Cameron has a whole lot to tell about how good of a time he has with all the significant elements he brings to the fray. The T2 movie does everything with the largely abused term: action packed-, and THEN does some more with it. The reason the movie remains an accomplishment of truly slick qualities, is the accumulated result of Cameron's sense of how to give an extremely sharp character to a scene "simply by" throwing in masterful elements that can't help but support a set via their mere presence and their slickly chosen functionalities.

In the exceptionally memorable chase sequence, for example, Arnold rides a good, old fashioned Harley Davidson bikebeast, removing the obstacles in his way via his favorite good, old fashioned shotgun, reloading it in a way that gives male viewers an immediate extra layer of hair to the chest via every buckshot implemented. Meanwhile, the state of the art T1000 model bids in radical proportions when the moment whispers lies about a second of peace, just to be shattered utterly-, and quite literally. Not to mention how Edward Furlong invents the "Emo" subculture without having any knowledge about that.

T2 delivers decently from a storytelling point of view as well, as the primal portrayal of the bond between the exceptionally strong mother figure and her son eventually invites the narrative to a satisfactory emotional culmination the whole franchise could settle idle upon, with - spoiler warning - Arnold giving you the thumbs.

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The Terminator tale goes on of course, to entertain its fans further on, but the franchise is yet to see an actor and related character who surpasses-, or even approximates the gravitational pull of the so far unrivaled canvas presence Arnold Schwarzenegger stigmatized the Terminator mythology with.

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UFC 109 Relentless

Though many may consider men who enter an mma proving ground little more than hired human pitbulls ripping each other apart for massive money and radical amusement, I tend to reject this view via a yawn of black hole, concluding that professional level mma is the combat of highly disciplined human spirits, opposing each other for but the duration of the bout, probably ending up as unified in the process as we could conceive, simply through their magnificent shared experience of being in a cage where the damage one suffers is the wit one failed to exhibit. That is how, in my opinion, the mma fighter fights against herself/himself. The reaction of one's opponent is the reaction to whatever one could offer as offense.

Notice that the ultimately glorious moments of mixed martial arts are not of those of KOs and submissions. They are of those of hugging the formal rival at the end of the bout, circulating the most honest, pure respect spirit and related (?) intelligence may come upon, the limitless respect each fighter deserves simply by making an attempt of expressing themselves thoroughly, honestly on the proving grounds. The biggest respect one could give is the assumption that one needs every skills- and wits to neutralize the rival. A fight is nothing less than the expression of these skill sets, put though to the test utterly and completely, instead of infinitely theorizing about them. The most glorious moment of the bout emerges in the form of the ensuing peace between the fighters, a legit, palpable sensation, unifying the former enemies and the grateful audience once the collision reaches its conclusion.

This is a review of the latest UFC event to date, UFC 109 - Relentless.



Introductory thoughts about the more significant lineups

UFC 109 Relentless brings you the spectactle you were wishing for to see since the earlier days of the most prestigious MMA organization, as two veteran Hall of Famers are now ready to face each other in the Octagon for the very first time. Despite the age factor, - or, as "mere" result of that - Mark "The Hammer" Coleman showcased unblemished willigness to compete both on the Octagon floor-, and, on the consorting professional level. The veteran Hall of Famer - who holds the privilige of being the very first UFC Heavyweight Champion, back in the middle '90s - scored a recent, significant victory over The American Psyho Stephan Bonnar and solidified himself as a warrior who - as UFC President Dana White simply, yet efficiently puts it - comes to FIGHT. At the Day of the Relentless Marketingmachine, Coleman has the most momumental task in front of him in form of fellow UFC Hall of Famer Randy "The Natural" Couture, who also is more than ready to give the fans what they were hoping to see ever since these two warriors have establsiedh themselves as forces all atheletes of the sport should count with. In the Main Event, two veteran fighters do collide to see how two disciplined, mature human spirits are matching up to each other. Even better: it goes deeper this time than the everyday average eyeball contest.

The co-main event gives you Nate "The Great" Marquardt who is taking on lethal prospect Chael Sonnen in a match that goes for the direct title shot: whoever wins this match, will have the chance of facing Anderson "The Spider" Silva, granted the Reigning Champion - Silva - is able to deconstruct Vitor Belfort's hopes of capturing the belt in their upcoming collision taking place in Abu-Dhabi. Sonnen states that on paper, Nate wins this match. Yet, they won't be fighting on paper, they will fight on a blood stained canvas with a big UFC logo on it, and Nate can bring his superios striking and his superior grappling, and everyone will have the chance to see who the better FIGHTER is. Sonnen thinks that the match will boil down to the durability of the two opposing warriors. Nate thinks - with a 1.000.000 dollar microexpression on his face - that he will crush Chael.

Matt Serra VS Frank Trigg

Matt Serra still is a charismatic showman outside the Octagon, and a top level mixed martial artist when on its canvas. Serra states that he would smack a guy like Frank Trigger for nothing - if you are serious about paying him for doing so, you can be sure that you won't have to deal with recejtions from the former UFC Welterweight Champion.

Frank Trigg had his share of memorable declarations on the Octagon canvas, but he wasn't yet able to capture - and, logically: defend - a UFC belt. This kind of dream still lives on in Trigg and invites its bearer to make the efforts to live the dream as opposed of keeping it. If Frank Trigg manages to stop Matt Serra tonight, then the dream lives on and might come to fruition at a later day.

Not today, though. Matt Serra knocks Trigg down in the second portion of the very first round, following a stable sequence in which the former Champion maintains the role of sober aggressor, giving no chance to Frank to express his will-, or even his plans in the standup position. As the man coming to the Octagon with the clearly superior boxing techniques, Serra emerges victorious via the 3-4 clean air to ground missiles he introduces Frank to. A proper mode to start the night off.

Demian Maia VS Dan Miller

Extraordinary Jiu-Jitsu talent Demian Maia comes back to the Octagon to claim a relatively bitterly-, yet decisively earned standup victory over former ILF spectacle-, now promising UFC prospect Dan Miller. Not a particularly interesting fight to watch, but it showcases Maia's determination to improve his fighting styles at areas he previously exhibited holes in. Remember his knockout loss against Nate Marquardt? Because Demian does not.

Phil Davis VS Brian Stann

In this here memorable, three round canvasmolester, UFC debutant Phil Davis imposes an exceptional level of control over his experienced opponent, pretty much spending the majority of the fight with Brian Stann being mounted and abused under him. As result of Stann's pure discipline and remarkable tenaciousness as a mixed martial artist, the former marine is able to escape the immiment phantom clutches of the lurking stoppage, yet, Phil Davis' athleticism and explosive wrestling base proves to be way too much to handle tonight. A ground and pound clinic, orchestrated from the mount position, performed by a newly added prospect who already has the promise of a Champion in him. Better watch out for this Phil Davis character, as it seems he comes from the same planet George "Rush" St. Pierre is fervent storyteller of.


Mike Swick VS Paulo Thiago

A match starting out as a standup war with fluent kickbox characteristics to it, in which Paulo Thiago is quick to claim momentary control by landing a solid left kick on the head of Swick. Mike stays in the game, but shows constant difficulties at rendering himself as the evident aggressor of the opening round, deciding then to take the fight to the ground with the probable hope of planting a good impression in the judges. The second round shows similar initial characteristics than the first period did, though now Swick is more fervent at coming forward with his notoriously swift punches and combinations. One of these strikes do find a home on the Brazilian's chin and an - perhaps overly - exchited Swick moves in for the palpable kill. Not a
good idea, not this time: Paulo answers and quickly commands Swick to the canvas to introduces a D'Arce choke on the former Ultimate Fighter winner. As result of this supertight grip, Swick takes a momentary ride in the spirit world, while the Brazilian prospect goes home with a highly relevant submission victory over a highly relevant opponent.

Nate Marquardt VS Chale Sonnen

As he promised, Chale Sonnen comes out aggressively, showing zero fear of exchanging with Marquardt on the feet. The bout is quick to reveal its primal characteristics though, when the super-fervent, former greco-roman wrestler commands Mardquard to the ground and manages to exhibit a degree of control MMA fans hardly have seen Nate subjected to so far. As unlikely as it might sound, Chale Sonnen spends the first two rounds on top of Marquardt, administering a good old fashioned beating on The Great who simply finds no antidote for the hostile superglue Sonnen renders himself as in the Octagon. Though Nate shows no particular readiness to prevent the takedowns from happening in the second round, either, he finds a momentary opening in the guard of his relentless adversary, landing an elbow that cuts Chale, turning the bout into a gorefeast. The third-, and final round tells all the same story, yet resonates on slightly different channels, as Nate manages to sink in a guillotine choke which sure seems as a radical verdict, but Sonnen eventually escapes. Though Marquardt delivered more damage in the final round than Sonnen did in the period in question, the pure-, surprising level of wresting/ground and pound dominance Sonnen subjected Marquardt to in the first two rounds, earns Chale a well deserved victory AND a brand new fan in me, along with the casual millions who had the privilige of watching this extraordinary, highly remarkable performance. I wouldn't have think that someone can do that to Nate Marquardt. As of UFC 109 Relentless: Chale Sonnen just did.

Randy Couture VS Mark Coleman

The feeling out process is quick to fade tonight, as Randy Couture exhibits precise, crisp striking and remarkable uppercuts that are efficient enought to force Coleman up to the fence. Here Couture utilizes his trademark dirty boxing, softening up the first UFC Champion who finds and offers no noticeable answers to Couture. In the second round, more of the same to follow: Coleman looks unable to render himself as a competent opponent tonight, he is forced to the fence once again and gets taked down by The Natural. Following a brief, yet efficient ground and pound sequence, Coleman gives the back and gets choked out by Randy Couture.

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UFC 108 Rashad Evans VS Thiago Silva

- Rashad Evans VS Thiago Silva

- Dustin Hazelett VS Paul Daley

Though many may consider men who enter an mma proving ground little more than hired human pitbulls ripping each other apart for massive money and radical amusement, I tend to reject this view via a yawn of black hole, concluding that professional level mma is the combat of highly disciplined human spirits, opposing each other for but the duration of the bout, probably ending up as unified in the process as we could conceive, simply through their magnificent shared experience of being in a cage where the damage one suffers is the wit one failed to exhibit. That is how, in my opinion, the mma fighter fights against herself/himself. The reaction of one's opponent is the reaction to whatever one could offer as offense.

Notice that the ultimately glorious moments of mixed martial arts are not of those of KOs and submissions. They are of those of hugging the formal rival at the end of the bout, circulating the most honest, pure respect spirit and related (?) intelligence may come upon, the limitless respect each fighter deserves simply by making an attempt of expressing themselves thoroughly, honestly on the proving grounds. The biggest respect one could give is the assumption that one needs every skills- and wits to neutralize the rival. A fight is nothing less than the expression of these skill sets, put though to the test utterly and completely, instead of infinitely theorizing about them. The most glorious moment of the bout emerges in the form of the ensuing peace between the fighters, a legit, palpable sensation, unifying the former enemies and the grateful audience once the collision reached its conclusion.

This is a review of the latest UFC event to date, UFC 103 - Franklin VS Belfort.



Introductory thoughts about the more significant lineups

UFC 108 brings you a heavyweight collision between two top tier predators who have more things in common than their ability to deliver finishing power via a single punch. Brazilian super-prospect Thiago Silva and "Sugar" Rashad Evans both have a single loss under their - respective - belts and this loss came to them as courtesy as current UFC Light Heavyweight Champion Lyoto Machida. Evans and Silva are looking for yet another shot against The Dragon, who won a controversial decision against Shogun Rua back in UFC 104.

There is a nice background touch as an extra: Rashad comes to the bout fired up on disciplined emotions, as his good friend and training partner Keith Jardine - the dudette who never ceases to surprise us with his latest knockout animations lately, alas!, as the actual sufferer of the KOs - have been put away quickly by Thiago. Evans and Silva are both looking very composed and focused coming to this bout, and, knowing that Evans plans to go back to his wrestling roots in order to be able to combine those with his refined striking abilities, the focal question is whether Silva is able to show elements in his game that he was lacking against Lyoto Machida.

Junior Dos Santos VS Gilbert Yvel

Pride! and - subsequently - mma veteran "The Hurricane" Gilbert Yvel was a force to be reckoned with when mixed martial arts were all about how you kick the living death out of a random Japanese contestant who is able to spot the hair on your chest if he stands on a stool. Of course, it was a very silly statement and has not much - if anything - to do with the truth. Gilbert Yvel is a well established veteran of the sport and a recent addition to the UFC roster, now is the time to see how well he fares against top tier opposition in the deepest waters possible, as Junior Dos Santos already has remarkable wins on his record: the destruction of Fabrizio "Boring" Verdum and Mirko CroCop, who, unfortunately, finds no relevant success in the Octagon recently.

Gilbert Yvel looks ready and able to deliver a performance, although his movement when in the heat of battle, seems to be somewhat: off tonight. Gilbert throws lumpy punches of little precision when engaged, while he is doing more retreat movements in order to be out of reach, than he is doing dodge maneuvers. Then, when he finally chooses to stick around for a while with the probable intention of delivering punishment from close quarters, it is Dos Santos who brings the very same idea to fruition. Gilbert Yvel is knocked down with a solid left hook, then he is quickly-, efficiently disposed of as result of the ground and pound onslaught Dos Santos puts him away with.

Joe Lauzon VS Sam Stout

Easily fight of the night caliber performance from both fighters here. The main reason of this, is the pure competitiveness of the bout, in which Lauzon, who finds early success at harassing his opponent on the ground with dangerous submission attempts, finds himself going through a lot when Stout escapes and answers from standup dimensions Joe never heard of before. Despite the cumulative punishment he receives, Lauzon renders impressive opposition and related fighting spirit that which never shatters during the bout. Stout wins by outclassing Lauzon on the feet who was not afraid to be confronted with the exploitation-of-holes clinic Sam subjected him to. A decision victory for Stout.

Dustin Hazelett VS Paul Daley

In this classic grappler VS striker matchup, dynamite fist Paul Daley comes to the proving ground to resonate yet another radical verdict, this time on the expense of Dustin Hazelett, who is rightfully regarded as one of the most inventive and creative submission specialists in the sport, defeating his opponents with intelligence and anatomical cunningness.

Surprisingly enough, Hazelett looks rather good against Daley in the standup position, making Daley hesitant to engage recklessly in the earlier period of the fight. Then Dustin becomes the more effective fighter out of the two, landing some solid stomach kicks to keep Daley out of the danger zone of the submission specialist. In a fight though, moments of closeness are not particularly hard to search for and especially not hard to find. When the two finally collide to deliver a furious exchange, Hazelett connects with a somewhat solid hand but eats in the raw expression of Daley's most lethal weapon in the process: the left of instant stopping power. Hazelett flies back two-three casual meters or so and lands on his back, then, when he is about to attempt to regain his clarity, Paul already is swarming on him, landing two-three precise shots from the exact place the first bomb came from. The Referee puts an end to the contest, Daley emerges victorious with another quite impressive knockout victory. It was a very interesting match, as Hazelett's analytical standup gave noticeable problems for the Brit, forcing the possessor of the dynamite fists into the role of the puzzled-, into the role of the momentarily clueless. Alas, one punch stopping power is not the risk you want to be subjected to. Hazelett looked very good, yet, maybe he took just a little more risk than it was worth to be taken. And sometimes, taking just a little more risk than it is worth to be taken: is enough to fall quite literally.

Rashad Evans VS Thiago Silva

Thiago looks as competitive in the first two rounds of the fight as the everyday average kindergarten addition does against his bigger brother of a bully, and this is something to say, as Silva is an authentic predator and I am a huge fan of him. Yet, he is now utterly being taken apart by Rashad Evan's masterfully expressed and well positioned aggressiveness, combined with the capitalized WILL - see? - to impose HIS strategies. Silva is getting bullied around as result of body to body grappler combat, Rashad takes him down pretty much at will, even ragdolls him into the cage half across the Octagon - impressive stuff which makes you think you look a training session in which Sugar demonstrates his fighting abilities on a willing training partner who is more than happy to be bullied around.

But, in reality, Thiago is not happy to be deconstructed so properly. You can clearly see the frustration on his face as he is being taken down again and again, and, to be honest, Rashad finds more success in the standup exchanges, as well. Thiago is evidently pissed off, you can see him voicing his disappointment with Rashad on his body - probably in Brazilian language - and, all of a sudden, Thiago loses it. Not the match, though. Not yet, at least.

Silva becomes obviously emotional and goes into a whole different world, to construct the fighting tools he is about to reveal solely from THAT particular domain. Thiago "gives you the Anderson Silva", lowering his hands, sticking his head out to be punched freely, delivering sharp taunting gestures to provoke Rashad into action. This change of the mindstate yields dramatic results: Thiago's spiritual refusal to stuck into the role of the efficiently bullied, comes to relative fruition: he rocks Rashad with a very nice, precise two hit combo, then he is quick to engage the former Champion with a flurry of finishing attempts. This time, both fighters are pretty exhausted, but it is quite surprising to see Rashad Evans trying to chase the chicken legs away, with Thiago Silva standing in front of him, hands on his hips, catching a deep breath. Silva found this emotional will to turn the tides of the battle a little too late into the match, as he was the utterly bullied for the 65%-70% of the bout. Bullied, as in: he was effectively turned off by Rashad's explosiveness and - I think this is the correct word - bravery. In my opinion, Thiago came to fight a cautious-, yet aggressive fight, but Evans came to slam this dude into the ground million times or so. When Thiago came to this particular realization, he became frustrated and managed to form an elegant weapon of well positioned-, though dangerous emotions. It is especially nice to see the two making peace with each other at the end, and boy, I can't wait to see Thiago Silva again as he must have learned a whole lot from this memorable collision. Credit for Rashad Evans for an amazing performance, as he utterly was the better man tonight, the short period in which he was in danger is the result of Thiago's willingness to introduce subtle-, yet legit weapons of emotion you hardly see in the Octagon.

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Inglourious Basterds is not a World War II movie made by Quentin Tarantino, it rather is a Quentin Tarantino movie taking place in a World War II era that has all the comic book charms in the galaxy to it. Quentin has a masterful understanding of comic book character handling and related dialog development, but, to be honest, he usually has little more than that to offer which is the most fruitful trait of this delivery, yet ends up as its necessary constraint as well, since Quentin satisfies with delivering Ultimate Badassness, failing to notice the moment by which he already told everything worth to be told about it.

Other than that, the movie really has no actual shortcomings. It is crystal-solid, crystal-clear comic book cinema that Quentin made for himself to entertain himself, primarily. I find nothing wrong with that. A beautiful cinematic accomplishment with a narrative language which, as hinted, gives you all worth to be given on the semi-superhero comic book register, almost inviting you, mocking you to realize that there is one and only ONE character in the entire film and that is: The Badass.

Not just a random Badass. The Ultimate Badass. In Quentin Tarantino's mind, dialog has no other narrative channel to flow through than fluffing a character's ego twice as big as her/his verbal challenger succeeded doing that one sentence earlier. Everyone has a set of carefully researched, total brutal oneliners begging to be delivered, in fact, one has the impression that Quentin makes his movies in order to be able to deliver his most recent-, total brutal oneliners.

But, at the end of the day, - and during all that, mind you - you see the exact same character in every one of them, in case you were wondering, it is: The Badass. Tarantino's Badass archetype puts on precisely drawn cartoon masks you call mannerisms, expressing their harshly limited, though entertaining dimensions from the exact same-, yet sadly separate THC private-Universe as the others inhabit. Connections in these separate private Universes are happening through carefully staged acts of fragile causality. In other words: if you are Tarantino and you are about to deliver a five minute "dialogmonologue", first you showcase how Badass your character is - because this is the only character you have a concept of, remember? - then, when you managed to draw your Badass character, you will be busy returning to the plot by finally putting two sentences into her/his mouth that has relevance to the plot.

These weed-driven self-declarations of individual awesomeness are of focal importance in this movie, which, ultimately, is a firm Tarantino delivery with elegant plot twists and purified WW2 novelty vibes to it. The movie has no particular, rigorous seriousness, yet, fortunately recognizes that it does not even have any need for those to be a film worth scrutinizing.

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Deluded Beggars of Delicate Invitations

There are superfools on the Internet, forming actual begging walls of worthless desires, with each individual whining for an invite for a specific site. I find this level of stupidity highly amusing. I found this at occult.biz for example. By the moment I checked, it was an invite only site. What is the next thing you do? Surely, you Google "occult.biz invite" with the hope that you will find information of what other people confronted with in your situation. And you will reach brief blog posts with dozens and dozens of random people and random gurus moaning in the comments about their respective pressing need of getting an invite to occult.biz as soon as possible, because they have utterly relevant information to share with the community of that prestigious site.

Naaaaah, they do not want to DOWNLOAD anything, noooo, they want to GIVE. Even better, some of these beggars are generous enough to project the promises of serious earthy blessings for you if you will send an invite for them. Imagine the powers of the Mega Guru of Unlimited and Highly Illegal Effectiveness who reigns in the position of being able to bless you thoroughly, but lacks the power to manifest a bloody occult.biz invite for herself/himself. What magnificent superfools. Superidiots, no doubt.

Now my question for you is this: How do you identify an individual not worth to be invited to a prestigious site at all?

Easy:

That is the individual who whines publicly for an invite, thinking that her/his pressing needs have relevance for anyone else other than her/him. No, it has NOT, I assure you. As of the time of your devoted whining of subzero dignity and even less common sense, you are obviously not a member's friend, you are not a God and you certainly are not Louise Brooks. So why would anyone care? Nobody cares about your whining, sissy. Nobody. And this is the reason you whine, I'm afraid.

Whining will never get you such a precious commodity, because whining is for free, which is just fine, juuuust fine. Whining should be IT. I mean whining IS what should be free. When everyday average normal- and everyday average insane reality assumes that you have SOMETHING to do at that site, you WILL have your ACCESS to it. Now you fulfill an entire different function and this is: being a laugh and being a sear of it. Lady, Sir, I feel sorry for you. By the way, can someone please send me an invite to occult.biz?????????? Me has valubl infromration to tellyu, yse!!!! Almsot frogot, sned ti to zoltangyalog@gmail.com!!!!!!!!!!

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